Takatak boys, traffic vendors and the notorious wiper mafia
Take a moment to appreciate the mystery and skill of what they do. Maybe even buy that cat. Who knows? Maybe that’s exactly what you need in your life
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Take a moment to appreciate the mystery and skill of what they do. Maybe even buy that cat. Who knows? Maybe that’s exactly what you need in your life
You don’t look for them. They find you.
One moment, you’re waiting at a red light, minding your own business. The next, a man appears out of nowhere, tapping on your window, holding out a pack of fish crackers or cardboard with a message like it’s a life-or-death situation.
Sometimes, you hear them before you see them. The distinct tak-tak-tak sound of a wooden box being flicked open and shut, like a rhythm designed to make you look. And when you do, there they are.
Takatak boys and traffic vendors have been around forever. They move between cars like ghosts, slipping through lanes, dodging motorcycles and somehow avoiding getting run over. They sell anything and everything — steering wheel covers, phone chargers, tissue packs, walis tambo, and, at times, a cat. They have it all — as one mall’s tagline goes.
But there is another group. A more daring, more chaotic force. The ones who don’t ask. The ones who, in the words of Steve Jobs, “think different” — the rebels, the misfits, the ones who just do.
The windshield wiper boys.
They strike when you least expect it. They don’t wait for permission. Before you even realize what’s happening, a spray of water appears, a dirty rag slaps your windshield, and a wiper is already making wide, erratic strokes.
You wave your hands. You say no. They ignore you. You have lost control of the situation.
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You wonder where they come from.
It doesn’t matter where you are — EDSA, C.M. Recto, Shaw Boulevard, or any major road — if traffic is at a standstill, there’s a vendor. But the real mystery is how they appear so fast.
Nobody sees them walking to the road. They’re just there. One second, the intersection is empty. The next, boom! — a lady with sampaguita chains.
Are they time travelers? Are they using advanced teleportation technology? Or are they just really good at blending into the environment like ninjas?
Nobody knows. And nobody questions it.
Takatak boys sell candies and cigarettes. Classic. Windshield vendors offer wipers and feather dusters. Logical. But then there are the mystery items — the things that make you go, who even buys this in traffic?
A stuffed toy for those who forgot it was their girlfriend’s birthday and are now scrambling for last-minute damage control. A kitchen knife — in case you suddenly need to julienne some carrots while stuck in traffic. A full-sized walis tambo or walis ting-ting for the practical driver. Since you’re already stuck here, you might as well clean the car floor. A live cat. Where are they even getting this?
These vendors don’t just sell — they negotiate. If you roll your window down just a little, you just made a big mistake. That’s an invitation. Before you can say anything, the guy is already waving a pack of chicharon in your face.
You shake your head. He doesn’t leave. He just lowers the price. You say no again. He frowns, taps your window, and gives you a look that makes you feel more like an emotional hostage than your ex-girlfriend/boyfriend did. It’s psychological warfare.
If you buy from one, the rest will come. Buy a chicharron and here comes a guy with bottled water. Buy the peanuts and here comes another with pre-cut mangoes. It never ends. They know they have a captive audience. You are trapped in your car. You can’t drive away.
Somehow, they always have the right item at the right time. If it’s hot, they have cold bottled water. If it’s raining, someone magically appears selling umbrellas. If you’re hungry and stuck in traffic, they have snacks.
It’s like they have inside information on your suffering. Like there’s a secret agency monitoring driver frustrations and dispatching vendors accordingly.
Are they working for a shadow organization? Is there a secret headquarters somewhere? They must know more than they admit.
Jokes aside, these vendors are out there hustling. They work rain or shine, weaving through dangerous traffic, just to make a sale.
They walk up and down highways and streets, dealing with impatient drivers, rude customers, and the constant threat of road rage. And yet, they keep going. Because at the end of the day, it’s how they make a living.
It’s easy to laugh at the randomness of their inventory. But the reality is, they’re doing whatever they can to survive. And in some weird way, they’ve become a permanent part of Metro Manila’s traffic culture.
Take a moment to appreciate the mystery and skill of what they do. Maybe even buy that cat. Who knows? Maybe that’s exactly what you need in your life.
